Seeing Beauty in the Broken

I've always been super caring even if it doesn't seem like it. I'm always thinking of people. I think God has given me the gift of seeing behind the mask that they wear. It hurts me to see broken people because I know what that is like. I've lived it. I'm living it. There is a light out there. His name is Jesus. Ya know... the thing is... that Jesus loves broken people. That's who he works with the most. It's at that vunerable, broken stage where we realize the only thing we really need is Jesus.

Today one of my professors talked about taking the knowledge we learned in class and applying it to life. "Be slow to judge, but quick to help and understand." It hit me really hard. I want to be that person that is always there, an ever-present ear if anyone ever needs it. The nature of the class was difficult. Both in subject matter and intensity. But with all of the interesting things he ever said, that one hit me the hardest. Sometimes you really don't know whats up with the way people are acting. That's why you have to be loving and compasionate.

Love fiercely. There really isn't anytime to hate in this world. There's enough of that already. So stop with the crap. Start seeing beauty in yourself, first of all, so you can see it in other people. Start a revolution. A love revolution. I dare you to start loving today. I promise it's the most terrifying thing you could ever do. Do it anyway.

Love you.